Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.